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I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade 
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The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made 
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A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all 
   G                       D            Em                A 
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s 

I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways 
When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed 
How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all 
As any cabbie will tell you, that’s how all knowledge grows 

I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames 
Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again 
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came 
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames 

I am a London Apprentice and I’ll accept the status quo 
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau 
And London’s been a refuge, by accident or plan 
So ask me who’s a Londoner, I’ll answer every man 

I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure 
I’ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can’t ignore 
Remember Doctor Johnson, who’s wit cut like a knife 
When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life 

I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade 
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I’ve made 
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all 
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s